Perched on the cliffs overlooking the
picturesque village of Melk, Austria and the Danube River, sits the Melk Abbey.
This 900-year-old baroque masterpiece is fabulous inside and out, and the views
from its regal position aren’t bad either.
“Wilderness is an anchor to
windward. Knowing it is there, we can also know that we are still a rich
nation, tending our resources as we should—not a people in despair searching
every last nook and cranny of our land for a board of lumber, a barrel of oil,
a blade of grass, or a tank or water.”
I guess I
only had time to share three of my six Nativity scenes this year. This one is
the one my mom and I picked up while in Mexico many years ago on a volunteer
trip. I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas. Revel in the warm memories of
past holidays and cherish the new times together this year and in the future.
Grace Talbot gripped
the steering wheel of her white four-wheel-drive truck. Every muscle in her
body tensed as she leaned closer to the windshield, straining her eyes,
searching the blowing snow for the reflector poles, which lined the road, or
for any tire track, which would indicate someone else had driven through
Traveling the remote
rural Wyoming road in a blizzard was risky, and she would have avoided such a
stupid act if her Uncle Moss weren’t in the hospital fighting for his life and
Butch, his only hired ranch hand, weren’t dead.
scene and chapter from A Dose of Dangerwas based on an
early morning drive on the same mountain road, but thankfully the reason wasn’t
to respond to a tragedy, but to rendezvous with family for a Christmas morning
celebration. Where Grace is forced to chain up, we had snowmobiles waiting at
the road closure parking lot to enable us to snowmobile the rest of the way to
our destination shown in the accompanying photo. Remembering that morning drive enabled me to write
this chapter in a matter of minutes.
audiobooks, romantic suspense, and adventure? Three of my novels are now
available in audible audio edition on Amazon. I’ve posted the blurbs below and
just click on the title to go directly to each book’s page on Amazon. Enjoy!
A Dose of Danger: When researcher Grace Talbot and her team discover
a possible solution for weight loss they are targeted by a group dedicated to
controlling the multi-billion dollar a year diet-product industry. Her
unsanctioned testing methods bring tragedy to the family ranch and the
attention of the local sheriff’s deputy. With her colleagues either dead,
missing, or on the run she soon realizes she must trust the deputy with her
life, but can she trust him with her heart?
Shrouded In Secrets: The massacre of an unarmed South
American village, destruction of one of the greatest manmade wonders of the
world, and multiple museum thefts ignite a desperate scramble to locate a
deadly group of terrorists. An international team led by the ruggedly handsome,
but emotionally scarred CIA agent, Cash Luker, scours the globe in an attempt
to keep ahead of those striving to bring thirteen mythical relics together. As
Cash’s team closes in on those responsible for the devastation he must conquer
past demons in order to save the woman who has captured his heart and prevent
destruction of legendary proportions.
Marked in Mexico: An idyllic Caribbean vacation turns
deadly when hostages are taken at one of Mexico’s most popular Mayan ruins. The
kidnappers believe the abduction will be a simple way to negotiate the release
of a colleague from a Texas prison, but matters become complicated and the
stakes much higher when they realize one of their hostages is the daughter of a
powerful U.S. Senator and another is an ex-Army Ranger who has no intention of
playing by the rules. After a daring escape the Senator’s daughter, Jessica, and
the ex-Ranger, Jack, must endure a terrifying manhunt and a desperate fight for
survival. While trying to stay alive in the unforgiving jungle they forge a
bond that will last a lifetime and find love neither wanted, but were unable to
considered myself a collector. In fact, I find myself trying to downsize at
every opportunity. But, my one exception, quite by accident, is Nativity
scenes. I’m now up to six and each one has a special meaning. The first year I
was married my mom got me the core group, Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus for
Christmas, and each year thereafter she got me another piece until the company discontinued
the line. My second set took me a week of negotiating while in Ecuador to get
the price of the hand-carved set down to an affordable price. The third was
passed down from my grandma and has extra special memories. I received a small
colorful set from a friend, another my husband found at a yard sale when I wasn’t
with him and he picked up knowing how much I love Nativity scenes, and another
my mom and I got in Mexico while on a volunteer work trip. So, this holiday
season, I’m sharing some of my cherished treasures, starting with the set that
always adorned my grandma’s house and brings back fond childhood Christmas
What better way to
celebrate the season than to step back into time with this collection of delightful
historical holiday romances. Download for
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trio, Love’s Christmas Past, from Amazon in one
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In the late 1800’s, Grant and Lily have established their
farm amongst the bluffs of western Wisconsin. As they anticipate the birth of
their first child, tragedy strikes. With shaken faith and grief driving a wedge
between them, is it possible for three orphans to heal Grant and Lily’s heart
Vivacious frontier widow Connie Rose Simonson
manages two cafés while dreaming of the perfect Christmas for her son Andrew,
but not everyone welcomes her success. A corrupt banker wants her properties
and will manipulate anyone in his way.
Dr. James Connor heals others while forsaking
his own needs. The town’s only doctor, an influenza outbreak, and the holiday
season leave him exhausted and discouraged.
It looks like another lonely holiday for the
Connor and the Simonsons until Andrew is injured and the doctor becomes
entranced by the attractive widow. But James has been hurt before and hesitates
to get involved, after all, a physician must always maintain a proper
relationship with his patients.
It’s up to angelic newcomer Diana to bring them
together creating new beginnings, new memories, and to hear Christmas bells
Storm leapt over logs
and wove his way around everything he couldn’t clear. His nose was stretched
out as if reaching for the finish line at the Kentucky Derby. His breathing
huffed above the pounding of his hooves and the breaking of branches. Niki hoped
his strength and endurance would last until they were safely away from the
As the horse finally
managed to put distance between them and the sound of the bikes, Niki took in a
deep breath and slowly exhaled. The noise of the engines had all but faded when
she dared her first glimpse up since entering the trees. The sight brought a
gasp from her lips. The sheer drop off was the last thing she saw as Storm
launched himself over the edge without hesitation.
Niki felt as if they
were suspended in mid-air. She leaned back until her head nearly rested on
Storm’s rump and prayed his feet would soon touch solid ground. The first
contact with earth jolted her body, throwing her forward, jamming the horn into
her stomach and forcing the air from her lungs, but she hung on.
The horse didn’t slow
since any attempt to change momentum or direction would be impossible and would
send them tumbling to their deaths. She knew the descent from the ledge had
only taken seconds, but it felt as if they were moving in slow motion for an
eternity. The horse’s hooves barely touched the ground as he fled down the
slope. Nothing seemed real and the only sound she could hear was a faint
ringing in her ears and the heavy labored breathing of the determined horse.
Her knuckles were
white as she grasped the saddle horn with every ounce of strength she
possessed. By the time Storm finally came to a stop at the bottom of the cliff,
she wasn’t sure if she could let go without physically prying her fingers free.
Her fingernails dug into her palm on the hand holding the leather reins so
forcefully that blood trickled down her wrist, yet she didn’t feel the pain.
Niki took several
deep breaths to steady her nerves and gently guided Storm around to look back
at what they had just ridden down. Her
eyes followed the impossibly steep, treeless, rock-strewn slope until her gaze
rested on two men. They stood, stances wide, arms crossed, shaking their heads
in disbelief. Niki glared at them for only a moment before reining Storm toward
the trees and trotting out of their sight.
This scene from Big Horn Storm is a
supreme embellishment, but derived in part from a cattle drive I was on as a teenager
with my dad. We were taking the cattle to a high grazing lease for the summer.
By the time we reached the steepest, last big push, the cows were getting tired
and a few decided it would be easier to slide back down the mountain than to
keep climbing. My dad was on a green-broke colt which wasn’t as surefooted as
my palomino gelding, and getting a little tired herself with her heavier load.
Anyway, my dad told me to go after them. I looked at him like he was mad, but
nudged my horse, assuming he wouldn’t go if he thought it was too steep. He was
a good cow horse, so didn’t hesitate to launch himself over the edge and follow
the cattle. The slope was too steep and the dirt too loose to stop and I ended
up beating the cows to the bottom. I still occasionally have those, “Man From
Snowy River,” flashbacks, but the experience did help me write this scene in Big Horn Storm. My dad clearly had a lot more faith in the horse and my
ability than I did, and thankfully he was right.
Warm up to the holiday
season with this fantastic trio of
holiday treats. Download for your kindle for only $0.99 each by
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Local tour guide Noelle Richards loves everything Backwards
Christmas has to offer in South Pole, Alaska. She gets wrapped up in the upside
down trees, taking presents TO Santa Clause and all the festivities. Sled dog
trainer Chris Furst, on the other hand, approaches the holiday with nothing but
skepticism. When their history bubbles into the present, their difference of opinion
comes to a head. When Chris gets himself into a dangerous situation in the
snow, Noelle and the hope of Christ are his only hope for redemption.
Bella is back at her childhood home. When her mother took a
fall in the Nuisance Grounds (garbage dump) and broke her leg, Bella came back
to help her and run her shop, Izzie's. Soon Bella discovers she's also been
handed Izzie's role in the town's Christmas theatre production, a musical
version of a well-known mystery that threatens to become more bizarre each day.
A serial arsonist is frightening the townspeople, a family feud threatens young
romance, and intrigue and rumors are the order of the day. On top of
everything, Bella's high school sweetheart Jake, who dumped her for a
cheerleader, is now Chief of Police. Poor Bella! Christmas in St. Christopher's
is not what it used to be.
Hero’s square is located on the “Pest” side
of the Danube River in Budapest, Hungary. It’s a solemn and impressive site in
any weather, but I felt it looked even more powerful in the early morning fog.
Thanksgiving is a time to be with family and to celebrate with some sort
of feast, usually turkey and all the trimmings, but when I’m feeling lazy we go
for steak on the grill and boiled shrimp—a delicious treat, but a fraction of
the work and often less expensive.
In 1621 the first Thanksgiving was celebrated between the Pilgrims and
the Indians to celebrate the bounty of the fall harvest. They prepared a huge
feast including a wide variety of animals and fowl, as well as fruits and
vegetables from the fall harvest. This early celebration was the forerunner of
today's holiday tradition. However, after that first Thanksgiving the
observance was sporadic and almost forgotten until the early 1800's. In 1941,
Congress made it a national holiday and set the date as the fourth Thursday in
a twist on the traditional Thanksgiving pumpkin pie, I often make pumpkin
cheesecake. If you want to give it a whirl this year, here’s my favorite
recipe. Enjoy and have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday.
Crust: Crush 10 whole
graham crackers and mix with 3 tablespoons of sugar and 3 tablespoons of
butter. Press into a 10 inch cheesecake spring pan (bottom and 2 inches up the
sides). Bake at 350 degrees for 5 minutes. Remove.
Filling: Beat together until
smooth, 2 (8-oz) packages of cream cheese (works best if softened), 1 cup of
light cream, 1 cup of canned pumpkin, ¾ cup of sugar, 4 egg yolks (save whites
in a separate bowl), 3 tablespoons of flour, 1 teaspoon of vanilla, 1 teaspoon
of cinnamon, ½ teaspoon each of ginger, nutmeg, and salt. Beat egg whites until
stiff and gently fold into the pumpkin mixture. Pour over prepared crust and
bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour. Baking times vary, so make sure the center is
set. I’ve found it often takes longer than the 1 hour noted in the recipe.
Topping: Gently mix 2 cups of
sour cream, 4 tablespoons of sugar, and 1 teaspoon of vanilla until well
blended. Spread topping evenly over cheesecake and bake another 5 minutes. Refrigerate
and serve cold.
Thailand, we hit all the major highlights in Bangkok. The city and its cultural
highlights were simply amazing, but a little overwhelming, so we decided to
check out the countryside. We hired a
guide for the day to take us to Khao Yai National Park. On the way he stopped
at a small village, clearly unaccustomed to tourists. As we wandered the
market, a long single-file line of Buddhist Monks silently made their way
through the village. People respectfully and generously placed food and other
offerings into the basket each monk carried. This ritual is a regular part of
daily life in many cities and villages across the country, and witnessing the
procession and the unquestioned generosity of the people was a humbling
“The most glorious value of the
wilderness is that in it a person may be completely disassociated from the
mechanical and dated age of the twentieth century, and bury himself in the
timeless oblivion of nature. Its enjoyment depends on a very delicate
psychological adjustment . . . You have got to be immersed in a region where you
know that mechanization is really absent, and where you are thrown entirely on
the glorious necessity of depending on your own powers.”
every fiction writer will confess to using small nuggets from real life when
creating fictional scenes. I thought it might be fun to occasionally share a
few of those with my readers in a segment I’ll call, “Nuggets from Life in Fiction.” So, here’s one small
example from A Dose of Danger.
continued to fall, illuminated by the yard light they had been able to fix
earlier in the day using the tractor head to elevate Logan enough to change the
bulb. She had been terrified while watching him balanced so high in the air at
the mercy of a 1957 tractor with no brakes, affectionately known as the
“Rustmobile,” and her mediocre ability when it came to driving the worn-out
it wasn’t a 1957 tractor with no brakes, but we did call it the “Rustmobile.”
Growing up we also had a second tractor (not sure of the year, but likely in
the 1950s) on the place that had virtually no brakes, but its work was
relegated to projects on the flat ground that had no risk to life or property.
People who live in the country often utilize a lot of creativity to accomplish
tasks. In this instance my dad and uncle were installing the top pole to the
entrance. In A Dose of Danger, Logan was changing a burnt out bulb in the yard
light. In both cases, a ladder wouldn’t accomplish the job, having no solid
place wide enough to lean it against.
One of the most memorable travel experiences
of my life was a trip to Punta Arenas, Chile where we had the opportunity to
visit the Otoway Sound Magellanic Penguin Colony. The chicks hadn’t lost their warm down coats,
giving them a soft gray appearance as opposed to the sleek black and white
feathers of their parents. Watching
these amazing animals was an indescribable experience I’ll never forget, and I
can only hope that I have the opportunity to return one day.
our first trip to Mexico’s Yucatán Peninsula nearly twenty years ago. We visited several Mayan sites, Tulum and Cobá,
on that trip. Perched on the cliffs overlooking the Caribbean Sea, the ruins of
Tulum were so beautiful it nearly took my breath away, but there were a lot of
tourists there. Later in the trip we visited Cobá. Much of this area is still
unexcavated, but once you become attuned to what to look the ruins hidden under
dirt mounds and covered with jungle start to emerge from their surroundings. At
the time, there were very few visitors, and scattered around the dirt parking
lot a few vendors sold drinks and handmade crafts. The feeling of having the
place all to myself was overwhelming and allowed my mind to wander and
visualize what it must have been like in its heyday. The serenity and solitude of Cobá had a huge
impact on me and sparked a lifelong passion for learning about the Mayan
Culture. I went back to Cobá about five years later and it had changed some,
but was still relatively unvisited. I’m a little afraid to return now in case
these peaceful remote ruins have become overly commercialized and have lost
some of what made them so special.
“Thousands of tired,
nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the
mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks
and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating
has the ability to change a person’s perspective on the world. Experiencing different cultures, seeing in
person the impacts of issues you hear about on the news, and making connections
or new friends can deeply impact ones views. I’ve been fortunate enough to have
been able to see the world, and I will be sharing some of the moments which
have made the biggest impact on me in the coming weeks under the recurrent
theme of, “Travel with Impact.” I hope you’ll enjoy this segment and remember
these words from Mark Twain.
is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people
need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and
things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all
are a Halloween pumpkin tips I’ve come across:
an ice-cream scoop to clean out your pumpkin instead of risking bending your
favorite kitchen spoons.
a bowl into a carved pumpkin and add dry ice and warm water to create an extra
spooky, smoke filled jack-o’-lantern.
make your pumpkin last longer, apply a light coat of petroleum jelly to the
cuts to seal the wounds. And, after carving, place your Jack O’Lantern in a
cool, dark place. It will spoil quicker if left at room temperature and may
attract fruit flies, depending on where you live.
revive a shriveled pumpkin try soaking it in a bucket of water.
The most important Halloween tips are to have
fun and be safe!
The first step in creating the
perfect Jack O’Lantern is selecting and preparing the pumpkin. When selecting
pumpkins for carving, choose a lighter colored one with a nice stem and a
carvable face. Lighter colored pumpkins are softer and carve easier, but
unfortunately they don’t last as long.
outside of the pumpkin with plain water and a sponge. Allow to dry. Store the
pumpkin outside, or in a cool place, until you’re ready to carve it. To start carving, cut open the top of the
pumpkin and clean out the inside seeds and guts, being careful not to pull too
hard on the stem as it breaks easily. Clean the inside of your Jack O'Lantern
by scraping the inside wall to an inch thick. This will make carving a lot
If you want
to make a difference, mark your calendar for the fourth Saturday in October. Initiated
in 1990, this is a national day devoted to helping others by doing volunteer
work in the community. Activities can be almost anything from an area cleanups,
sprucing up parks and municipal facilities, or helping a non-profit
organization, the community, your town, nursing home, a church, a food kitchen,
or any other group in need. It doesn't matter what project you take on, what
matters is that you participate.
in the wilderness is so pleasant that the temptation is to consider each
particular variety, while one is enjoying it, as better than any other. A canoe
trip through the great forests, a trip with a pack-train among the mountains, a
trip on snow-shoes through the silent, mysterious fairy-land of the woods in
winter--each has its peculiar charm."
A cunning killer trusted his secret was safe, an innocent woman
holds the key to his destruction, and an intelligence officer must keep her
alive before the madman can strike the fatal blow.
When Gabriela Martinez finds a mysterious coin in the French
Riviera, she is thrust into a struggle between governments, terrorists, and
madmen, all seeking knowledge she doesn't know she has. Richard Harrison, the
intelligence officer assigned to protect her, has all he can do to keep her
But when the psychological games
to terrorize Gabriela escalate beyond his control, Richard must find a
solution, if not, it may be too late for them both.
Set in the exotic French Riviera, The Coin is a story of hatred, betrayal, love and duty—of terrible
and painful choices that, nonetheless, bring about personal triumph.
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unique point of view. Her adventure novels take place in locales across Europe
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Coin and The Book of Hours, her
characters, Gabriela and Richard, walk the same paths as their creator, though
her life was never in so much danger.
Ms. Alonso-Sierra’s writing career began circa age thirteen with
a very juvenile science fiction short story, but the writing bug hit, and she
has been writing, in one capacity or another, ever since. She has worked as a
professional dancer, singer, journalist, and literature teacher (and not
necessarily in that order—she likes variety) and holds a Masters in English
literature. She loves to hear from readers and, when not writing, roams around
to discover new places to set her novels.
Ms. Alonso-Sierra is currently working on her third novel, and
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Welcome to this week’s Book Hooks
blog hop. Here’s a tiny tidbit from my newest contemporary romantic suspense
novel set in Wyoming, A Dose of Danger. Enjoy!
already have more than a full-time career. This situation will most likely be
long-term, so I need to get into a rhythm with the chores and my job, and not
get too dependent upon your kindness and nice muscles,” she added with a shy
you like my muscles?”
let it go to your head, Deputy. Remember I work with a bunch of researchers,
PhDs, and marketing executives.”
laughed as he turned and walked out the door.
stood on the porch and watched until the truck’s taillights disappeared over
my luck, I may have met “Mr. Right,” and the timing couldn’t be more wrong.
researcher Grace Talbot and her team discover a possible solution for weight
loss they become targets of a group dedicated to controlling the multi-billion
dollar a year diet-product industry. Her unsanctioned testing methods bring
tragedy to the family ranch, and the attention of the local sheriff’s deputy.
With her colleagues either dead, missing, or on the run she soon realizes she
must trust the deputy
with her life, but can she trust him with her heart?
“The West of which I speak is but
another name for the Wild; and what I have been preparing to say is, that in
Wildness is the preservation of the World. Every tree sends its fibres forth in
search of the Wild. The cities import it at any price. Men plough and sail for
it. From the forest and wilderness come the tonics and barks which brace
a small village outside Khao Yai National Park in Thailand, we had an expected
opportunity to ride an elephant. Before we could get used to the lumbering
sway, we found ourselves slogging through the jungle, belly deep in murky
water. This little side venture wasn’t in the plan, but often those are the
most rewarding experiences, and our impromptu elephant ride turned out to be an
I recently got to spend some time
in my home state of Wyoming. We visited family and caught up on the local
happenings. Thanks to the pleasant fall temperatures, we also got the opportunity
to get off the pavement and take in the rugged arid beautiful landscape of my
youth. When I was young, my sister and I had mini-bikes that we often took out
behind the house and we would explore for hours. We could also ride our horses
from home, and in minutes civilization was left in our dust. I often miss those
carefree times, which makes me all the more appreciative of the chance to go
back and see that some things haven’t changed.
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"To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of
the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch
the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down the surf lines of the
continents for untold thousands of year, to see the running of the old eels and
the young shad to the sea, is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly
eternal as any earthly life can be."
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Thailand served as the Siamese royal capitol and was one of Asia’s greatest,
most powerful cities during the 13th and 14th centuries.
Today all that remains of this once thriving city of a million people are crumbling,
yet still magnificent ruins and amazing sculptures. As the forces of nature
attempt to reclaim the site, it only makes the relics more fascinating.
“Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the
human spirit, and as vital to our lives as water and good bread. A civilization
which destroys what little remains of the wild, the spare, the original, is
cutting itself off from its origins and betraying the principle of civilization
It seems a bit early this year,
but my garden tells me that fall has arrived. I can see it in the color of the
leaves, the density of the vegetation, and the production. So, how was 2015
compared to years past? Not great.
I got enough cucumbers and zucchini
to eat fresh for a couple months, but the need to make zucchini bread and
freeze it or take bags of produce to work never materialized. The pole beans
grew and climbed and looked lovely, but I didn’t get a single bean. The plants
did have plenty of blossoms, so I do have to question the abundance of
pollinators. If I realized the job wasn’t getting done, I would have gotten out
there with a tiny paintbrush and taken matters into my own hands.
I did get a cantaloupe, which was
surprising since I didn’t plant any, so no doubt a product of compost that didn’t
thoroughly compost. And, my two egg plants yielded a dozen vegetables. I didn’t
have the energy to make eggplant parmesan, but we discovered that they can be
quite good just sliced, lightly seasoned, and grilled.
My usual “go to” crop, tomatoes,
yielded plenty to eat fresh and I did freeze several gallon-sized zip lock bags
of whole fruit for the winter, but compared to the nearly dozen bags I usually
freeze, they were a bit of a disappointment. The only crop that held its own
this year was the Big Jim chili peppers. For the past couple months we’ve had
enough to roast a nice batch every few weeks, and there’s one more round out
I’ve enjoyed the produce I’ve
gotten, but the harvest was definitely not up to par. We did have a late cold
spring and a cooler than normal summer, but I’ll assess all the variables and
re-adjust the plan over the winter and hopefully remedy the situation for next
I hope all my gardening friends
out there had better luck than I did. And, I’m already looking forward to next
season to try new ideas to increase my yield.
“You’ve been so long in the rain,
you feel like a dirty dish rag. But despite the misery of your water soaked
body, you look around to see verdant leaves dripping with water. The air
entering your lungs smells vibrantly clean. To experience adventure, you must
be willing to be uncomfortable at times and enjoy the loneliness by being happy
with your own singing. A song pops out of your mouth… "It rained all night
the day I left, the weather it was fine…”
- Frosty Wooldridge, Golden,
Colorado, camped out in Hyder, Alaska near a grizzly bear’s den -
I grew up in Wyoming, which is where I developed my sense of adventure and love of the outdoors. Since leaving Wyoming I have enjoyed many opportunities to see the world, and I've lived amid some of America’s most stunning landscapes. I started out writing non-fiction, but my passion for exotic world travel, outrageous adventures, and happily-ever-after endings soon drew me into a world of romantic suspense. Please follow me on twitter at https://twitter.com/KimMcMahill.com